dream visit – Dying To Talk With You

Mother-in-law visit from beyond

Three nights passed now since my beloved mother-in-law visited me yet again, in dream land.

I ‘dreamed’ that I visited her in her home. The place was full of people, some who are still alive and several who have passed-on.

We were very happy to see each other again. We hugged and expressed our love. I thought how amazing it was that we kept this love for each other even though her son and I had divorced.

She looked great and so did her daughter, BJ who has also passed on.

I talked with Liz who had been heavy ever since I had know her. She sat outside a back window with a small crowd. “Liz, is that you?” I asked through the window. “You look fantastic!” She opened the blanket she had around her shoulders, grinning. She was thin and looked better than I had ever seen her. I was absolutely delighted for her.

Once again, I saw my mother-in-law. This time she lay on a queen-sized bed with her son, my ex. I knew he was not well and was happy that he was with his mother. I knew nothing could make either of them happier.

Funny thing is, I knew he was my ex-husband. But looking back now, I don’t know how I knew because he appeared as a young child, perhaps three years old, and looked nothing like the boy or man that I knew.

Soon, I noticed my sister and her husband were there. I asked her what she was doing there. She began explaining that she and her husband had been visiting someone else and on their way home decided to stop in. I supposed that was because she saw the crowd…

Then I noticed her husband, sitting next to an open widow, was talking to someone outside the window — my Dad! He wore a beautiful, v-neck, bright yellow sweater. Then I realized, “But Dad passed-away nine yeas ago.”

That’s when it hit me, “This is happening in dream-land. So I can control it!” I began asking my mother-in-law to come back into my vision so we could talk more. But she didn’t. I begged her to come back to me and woke up weeping loudly, because I wanted to see her so badly.

I love you, Virginia. Thank you so much for the visit, and please come again.

Remembered dream visit

My husband is eighty-two years old and his dream visits with his deceased loved ones are becoming more common now.

This last time, he had a visit from his mother. He said they talked and laughed uncontrollably. He mused, “I can’t remember the last time Ma and I had a good talk. It’s been years!” Simply put, they had a marvelous visit.

His dream visit that he enjoyed more than any other, is one that should be recorded (in a dream journal) so that he will more likely hang on to it and revel in it again in the future.

May I remind all my readers — journal all your dreams. If you wake and remember a dream visit in the middle of the night, grab your dream journal and pen from your nightstand and record it. You won’t be sorry you did!

When his time comes

My father-in-law came for a visit in dreamland. He died back about 35 years ago with black lung and cancer. But in the dreamland visit, he stood straight and vibrant, looking middle aged.

He came to visit my husband—his son.

My husband, Mike and I were seated on the couch, with Mike leaning back in his weakened condition.

Mike’s father, Ernest, stood with our step-son, Norbert, with the coffee table between us and them.

Ernest and Norbert were talking among themselves. Mike told me to get out the case with the two guns in it and take out the 22. Knowing what he was planning to do, I said, “The 22 is mine.” He ignored me and after a bit, I said, “Oh, I don’t care. Give it to him.”

Mike laid the 22 on the coffee table as Ernest and Norbert finished their conversation. “Dad, what do you think of that?”

“Nice little gun.” Ernest answered.

“Take it. It’s yours.” Mike told him.

A grinning Ernest was tickled to death! He picked up the pistol, looking it all over. He and Norbert were headed for the back deck to shoot a few rounds.

Now what did this visit mean?

Ernest is sure in a much better condition than he was when he passed away.
Mike is giving things away in his end times.
His Dad is there for him. He realizes Mike is failing and let us know he’s there. His life did not ‘end,’ and Mike’s life will not end either.
The visit was from Ernest who has passed away AND from Norbert who is very much alive. That showed me that they are both there for Mike and will help him from both ends (this dimension and the next) when his time comes.
It was my dream visit, so they were here to reassure me and I am grateful.

Crossing the veil

How many times have I said, “If I could go back for a day…”?

I did go back last night, in my dream state.

You see when I was a little girl, I had a crush on a little boy, I’ll call Tony, who was a grade ahead of me. He was a handsome specimen who loved the girls. Well, many girls—just not me.

I admired Tony from afar and feigned no interest.

My attraction waned as we aged and became adults. He was actually forgotten for decades. Then we were reacquainted on facebook. I was no longer in love with Tony but it was nice to reconnect with a childhood friend. It seems they are always like family to us in our senior years.

Then he died. I was absolutely shocked. Never expected that. I found myself wishing I had known he was ill. Perhaps I could have found ways to add to his life. Perhaps relived memories that we shared, memories that would have brought a smile to his face, that would have gladdened his heart.

Nevertheless, I was grateful for the little bit of time we two old friends were given before his demise.

Last night, we somehow met beyond the veil. We were young children again and getting to know each other better than we did the first time around. We became good friends. I was a runner. Living a couple of miles from the village, I ran to and from the village often. He lived there.

He began to run with me. I slowed for him and explained it was okay that he could not keep up with me, “You’ll get there. You’ve just not had all the practice I have. I’ve been running for years.”

When we ran uphill, it was a ladder and when you reached the top, you had to lift a little trap-door to proceed on the level ground.

Tony never went through the trap-door with me. I believe that was where the crossing of the veil was…

But as we ran, we communicated. Getting to know each other more intimately than we ever had in our past life (which we were aware of.) We became closer. We sometimes sat and held hands. At one point, before the dream visit ended, we kissed. Not a passionate kiss, but the closed-mouth kiss of childhood. The innocent and pure kiss of a kindred love.

One little peck on the lips, looking into each other’s eyes. Then I ran for home. Tony climbed the ladder with me, but I stepped up through the trap-door alone.

They will watch over us

My husband and I will be moving to Florida for four months this winter. This has thrilled me and worried me, relieved me and concerned me.

You see, we both fell on the ice last winter. I was hurt badly resulting in rotator cuff surgery for one shoulder. The other shoulder still needs surgery, to say nothing of the injury to both knees. I have been worried sick about the coming winter and what another fall on the ice could do.

Still, a move from Maine to Florida (even for just four months) is a big undertaking. We will have someone stay in our Maine home and take care of it. We will need to have medical records transferred down there, and arrange for my husband’s oxygen machine down there. Just the thought of packing up clothes and medications overwhelms me. Etcetera, etcetera.

Then there are the folks in our support system. We will leave them behind in Maine!

And the covid-19 problem. It’s much worse in Florida than Maine…

Are we doing the right thing? Or am I letting my fright of winter-falls push me into something we will be sorry for? Will there be anyone in Florida who cares whether or not we are well and happy? Will anyone give a rat’s ass?

Well, I was reassured last night. I ‘dreamed’ that we were in the new home in Florida. It was a mess. But who should show up, but two of my deceased sisters-in-law and my deceased mother-in-law!

I have been greatly relieved today. I understand their message. No matter where we are housed, we will have loved ones, saints, and angels, watching over us. This is something I had not even considered before the ‘dream.’

My heart is much lighter now and I am thankful for last night’s visit. I am thankful for the communications from beyond the veil. I am thankful for their continued love.

Daddy’s special visit from beyond the veil

Last night held a visit from the other side of the veil that touched my heart deeply.

My Dad came and visited me again. In the {dream} visit, I attended a writers’ convention. It was held on some campus. As I walked along a road between buildings, I came across my Dad.

He was headed toward a carnival/fair of some sort with my mother and one of my siblings. He didn’t speak these words. He just somehow transmitted the info to me, as he usually does in our visits in the astral.

So he went on his way, and I went on mine.

Next thing I remember, I came into a crowded lobby where I was to ascend the stairs to another meeting. There stood Daddy in the middle of the crowd. He smiled so beautifully at me.

“Daddy, What are you doing here?” I asked him.

Still smiling, he let me know that he was there to see me in my element. He is happy with what I’m doing and he is happy ‘for’ me. As it turns out, the real reason he had come, to begin with, was not the carnival, but to be with me at this convention.

The joy that filled my heart overflowed.

If that wasn’t enough, I received news today, from my publisher, that my novel, WHERE SIN INCREASED, will be published on the 27th of March, 2020 and is now available for preorder at: http://encirclepub.com/product/wheresinincreased/

Now the light really shines! My Dad came from the other side of the veil, ahead of my news, to show me his delight at my news. I’m sure of it. How special is that?

Considerations in your safety

My deceased loved ones have not visited me in dreamland much lately.

So, I thought this would be a good time to remind my God-fearing and Christian friends, of some important considerations in your safety. If you desire to talk with the dead and ask them to come visit with you.

Note: We speak of those who have passed on as ‘dead.’ But if they are saints, they are not ‘dead’ on the other side. And if they are not saints and ARE DEAD in the beyond, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RAISE THEM.

Remember:

Before you sleep, if you ask the Lord, our God, to wrap you in His Holy White Light and fill you with His Holy White Light and protect you from all the evil ones ~ He will!

Ask him to allow only visits from those of His Holy White Light. Those are our saints who we commune with. They are not dead. Their spirits live!

These communion dreams will be much more vivid and valuable than other dreams.

In Joel 2:28, we read “And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions.”

We must not attempt to raise the dead. Rather, endeavor to dream visit, have a communion, with the Saints who live!

May our Lord pour out His Spirit on you and may you dream visit with Saints and Angels.

Alive in the spirit

Ah, so here is the rub ~ Some Christians (catholics ~ ie all/universal followers of Christ) do not believe in the “communion of saints,” which we profess in the Apostles’ Creed.

Roman Catholics do pray the Apostles’ Creed, some Protestants do pray the Apostles’ Creed, but not all.

Whether or not you are Roman Catholic or Orthodox or some Protestant sect, we are all part of that ‘universal followers of Christ’.

If you are of the Jewish faith or something else other than Christian…

Have you not experienced at one time or another, a dream visit from a loved one who has passed on?

Whether or not you profess a belief in the “communion of saints,” do you not believe it simply because you have experienced it?

You have experienced it! Your loved ones have visited you in a dream, after they ‘died,’ and they were not ‘dead;’ they were very much alive, in the spirit!

( St. Paul alludes to this “behold, I tell you a great mystery—not all of us here will fall asleep—some of us will be changed in the twinkling of an eye”)

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Do not attempt to raise the dead. Dream visit, have a communion, with the Saints who live!

Something that has become evident to me, I feel I must share with you.

In the past, I have warned my readers against the use of mediums and ouija boards. I believe we are not to attempt to raise the dead. Not only are we told in the Bible not to do this, but it is very dangerous for you to open yourself up like this. There are some very dark and evil entities out there. Those evil spirits often invade, uninvited, through any open window.

We must not attempt to raise the dead. Rather, endeavor to dream visit, have a communion, with the Saints who live!

Please do not open yourself up to this horrifying danger with the evil ones.

Do you remember what Paul says in the Bible about being absent from the body, is to be present with the Lord?

This is what I believe happens in those dream visits with our deceased loved ones.

First, as we sleep, I believe our spirit leaves the body.

Before you sleep, if you ask the Lord, our God, to wrap you in His Holy White Light and fill you with His Holy White Light and protect you from all the evil ones ~ He will!

Ask him to allow only visits from those of His Holy White Light. Those are our saints who we commune with. They are not dead. Their spirits live!

These communion dreams will be much more vivid and valuable than other dreams.

We must not attempt to raise the dead. Rather, endeavor to dream visit, have a communion, with the Saints who live!

May our Lord pour out His Spirit on you and may you dream visit with Saints and Angels.

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Just a Dream?

Usually I know when it’s just a dream or a ‘real visit’ from the other side. But not always. Last night is one of those times where I’m not sure if it was a real visit. Still, I’m ever so grateful to have had the experience.

As I recollect, I stood talking with a small group of friends, relaying some happening that I had experienced. They all seemed doubtful. I said, “Ask Aunty Cal. She was with me and she saw it, too.” As I spoke, I raised my arm and gestered toward a garden bench on the sidelines, where Aunty Cal sat and smiled. (Note: Aunty Cal passed on several years past.)

I love her very much and feel I had an extra special gift on the day when we celebrate the resurrection!

Happy Easter, Aunty Cal!

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